Chapter 2220 Gifts and Favors

"Gift?"

Ron didn't understand that it might be more absurd for a demon to say that he was going to give him some "gift" than hearing a living corpse speak English along the way, London turning into a popsicle, and so on.

However, now that the scary guy on the throne can communicate normally, Ron no longer dares to think that the other party is just talking nonsense.

So... what is the so-called "gift" that the owner of the living corpse wants to give him? Is it a traceless bewitchment and control? Or endless torture and torture?

Thinking of this, Ron felt shuddering.

And just when he was secretly terrified in his heart, but still forced himself to be calm on the surface, he heard the demon on the throne speak again——

"Don't worry, a gift is a gift—I don't know what you thought of just now, but I know it must not be what you imagined."

The demon sitting firmly on the high steps deep in the hall still had a lazy posture, and there was not much emotion in that hoarse and heavy voice. It just seems to be stating a fact lightly with an indifferent attitude and state of mind, frank but indifferent.

However, even in such a plain expression and posture, it still seemed to contain a gentle but powerful aura. But maybe it was because the other party had already taken the initiative to restrain this aura just now, but at this moment, it was more hidden and hidden.

At that moment, Ron didn't speak, or he probably didn't know what to say - the strength of the other party was obvious, even if the force of oppression was restrained, the fact of strength would not be changed in the slightest.

In this case, Ron felt that what he said was meaningless.

However, seeing that Ron remained silent subconsciously, the tall demon leaning on the armrest of the throne actually explained to him tirelessly:

"According to your human beings, shouldn't things like 'gifts' be given to express the gift giver's blessings, intentions, and friendship to the recipient? I think that boy Deathwind decided to bring you here When you first met me, you already expressed my kindness to you, right?"

Having said that, it slightly raised its non-existent eyebrows, and then said with some coldness for the first time:

"If the kid forgot to mention it, then—"

"Master, you are wronged! I, I told him! I really said it!"

The devil on the throne has not finished,

Ron could only hear a few footsteps behind him, and following him, he saw the high-level living corpse Deathwind who led him along the way ran in with his hands and feet, distinguishing loudly, and at the same time he was so dry. Crumbly crawled down to the floor.

When Ron saw it, he was taken aback for a moment, but then he didn't even expect that he would look up at the devil in a strange way and said:

"He said it, you don't have to blame him It's me, it's just my own misunderstanding."

In terms of emotion and reason, for these living corpses, demons and the like, even if Ron has good intentions, he should not flood them at all. You know, until now, how many people have died under their hands!

Regardless of whether it is the so-called "natural enemy", at least, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is blood and blood.

However, even Ron himself didn't know what he was thinking just now, and he took the initiative to open his mouth in front of the "master" above him, trying to rescue this high-level living corpse called "Death Wind".

He himself is still in danger!

"What am I thinking?"

So as soon as he finished speaking, Ron regretted it.

But he didn't expect that what he said in return was a slight nod from the one on the throne.

"Really? Since that's the case, let's forget about it!" The devil said indifferently, but his eyes never fell on his subordinates. He just continued to look at Ron, waved his hands casually, and said, "But... did I tell you to come in? Get out!"

When it said this, although it had always seen that Ron had not changed, everyone present knew that the other party was not talking about Ron, but the high-level living corpse Deathwind.

That dead wind was straightforward, upon hearing the last words from his master, he immediately turned his head away without saying a word, and slipped out again after rolling and crawling.

Ron couldn't help scratching his head when he saw Dead Wind running faster than his pet mouse, Scabbers. It's a pity that he couldn't even laugh at the scene that was supposed to be somewhat funny.

After barely sorting out his thoughts, Ron pursed his lips and boldly continued the topic just now.

"Mighty...uh...Your Excellency Demon, you just said that you gave me a gift just to express your kindness to me and make friends with me. This point, in fact, when Mr. Death Wind 'invited' me to come, I already understand it." Ron said, "But I want to know...what is your ultimate goal? At least, I don't think I have anything worthy of your friendship."

Hearing what Ron said, the demon immediately shook his head.

"It's not 'you'," it said, "or at least it's definitely not just you—this gift entrusted to me is for everyone who was in your stronghold before, and even for you as a whole human being. And you are just a representative of Death Wind's choice."

Isn't it for him personally? When Ron heard this, he felt that this gift was a bit ominous... If the gift was tampered with by the devil, but he couldn't detect it with his own ability, then he would dare to take that "gift" back and take it back In front of Hermione and the others?

No, of course not! Just his own life is enough for him to fear, not to mention the possibility of dragging his good friends and even family members into trouble?

"I--"

However, after thinking for a while, before Ron could refuse, he heard the other party just say a word, which instantly overshadowed his voice.

"Of course, you can completely refuse to accept this gift, after all, I don't want to force you to do anything." The devil still said in a somewhat flattering way, "But, I only hope that after you have seen the gift with your own eyes, It's never too late to make your own judgement—trust me, that gift might not be what you like, but it's one you can't refuse. And at the same time, I want you to understand that it's my I hope that I can give you a taste of goodwill...or in fact, you can also say that it is a 'goodwill'."

After all, the demon seemed to stop waiting for Ron to speak, straightened up and clapped his hands together:

"Bring it in!"

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